My Dusty Life
I live my lowly life in the dust and the dirt, kissing my mistress’s feet and those of her guests every time they enter or leave her home
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Kissing my mistress's dusty and dirty sneakers outside her home |
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'And the other one, slave!' |
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'Yes mistress.' |
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Oh how humbling! Oh how humiliating - having my eyes so close to a young woman's sock! |
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But what choice do I have? I have been ordered to kiss her foot... |
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...so kiss foot I must! |
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Again she arrogantly switches feet in front of my face |
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'Now kiss the sock, slave!' |
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My mistress kindly twists her ankle round so that the side of her short sock is closer to my lowly lips |
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Then, all too soon, she turns and heads into the house |
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My lowly, humbling view of her departing sneakers and socks |
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I study the dust and the dirt on the soles of her sneakers... |
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...and ponder my lowliness vis-a-vis her socks! |
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For her part, she has already forgotten about me... |
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...leaving me to swelter in the dust and the dirt... |
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...as I desperately try to get a final glance at her disappearing sneakers and socks... |
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...sneakers and socks I have just been obliged to kiss-respect! |